Soft feminine hands of every kind eagerly reached out and caressed his arms and shoulders as he passed, but he impatiently shook them off. He was no longer interested. When he compared even the most beautiful to Sugar, not one could measure up.
No, it wasn’t love.
He didn’t know love, how it felt. To know love, you would have to know God, and he knew only evil, Satan’s evil, Satan’s lust, Satan’s lascivious f*****g parties that lasted for days. He was well versed in all things erotic, orgies that included every position imaginable, tying up, strapping down, domination, submission, spanking, yes, he knew all that, but not love.
No, he didn’t want Sugar’s love, her body would do.
He stopped at a doorway guarded by hellish creatures clad in helmets and uniforms, each with their spears cro
